paradisalost | Entries tagged with risika

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

Well, well, well... This is much better. But we still have a few days to go. One has to wonder what else the Castle has in store.

[catch her over the journal, or she's wandering about the Castle, turning into a raven now and then to caw at people menacingly. She's having fun. ^_^]

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[The singing was a little too much for her. she knew it was a loss, but still... So, despite the bells that announced her every use of power, Risika used her mind to move herself to the roof - a big clanging bell, that, but short lived - and then dove off of it as a hawk, making two loops - accompanied by a discordant ringing of church bells, in Doppler affect to those on the roof - before becoming frustrated by the sound, and changing back to her human shape to drop back to the roof. she misjudged the distance, though, and there was a sickening crunch as she landed - a broken ankle. Not a big deal, but there would be a choir of smaller bells until the healing was finished. Risika was more than ready for this whole episode to be over.]

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[the journal is lying next to Risika as she sleeps... and then a renegade breeze opens it. At first, there's only the sound of someone breathing in sleep, but as the noise from the journal wakes her and she stirs, there's a faint tinkling of bells... and then one loud gong as she completely wakes up and immediately does a once-over of her room and everything she normally pays attention to.]

That... sound. Where did it come from?
[she's talking to herself a little confusedly, and she sheets rustle as she pulls them back and gets out of bed. The light tinkling has continued, getting louder as she sends out tendrils trying to find the source of the noise.]

There it is, louder now...

[and as she redoubles her efforts, it becomes something like a bell choir, pretty, but without a noticeable tune]

Wait. [she retracts everything, and there we go! practically silence.]
It's me? This is either a really terrible practical joke, a dream, or a poor excuse for a loss. Sometimes I can't believe the levels this Castle stoops to.

[and then she notices the journal]

And it was being recorded. Wonderful.

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[Risika is sitting in front of a small screen, with a loop of the more darker clips form Draco's recent past. In her hand is a picture of him, with her own name on it. The tricky journal catches her soft words.]

Draco Malfoy...

[then she realizes it has, so she repeats what most everyone's said.]

Risika, room 1804 if you find anything.

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[Risika had been on edge since Neville was killed, and while she tried to slip back into her normal routine after that, it had been difficult - she was still drawing on too much power, expending too much power. She'd almost made it back to normal when Draco had been hit by a gender swap loss. It was awkward and somewhat confusing. She'd spent the night in her room, but she'd tried to be around as much as usual anyways, for the first few days... for the last few, however, she'd been mostly absent. She knew she needed to slow the power flow and try to "be there" for Draco, but it was contrary to her nature. That was her excuse, in any case. Mostly it was just that she was out of practice, and unlike all of her powers, this was not something that came naturally. She'd have to work at it, but at the moment, she wasn't.

She was brooding, sitting on the front steps.]

[[ooc: open to all, but this is really a post for Saetan to tag in and tell her off... and then she's going to go find Draco, probably.]]

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[Now that everything has completely settled down and Neville is back, Risika is burning off excess energy, by flying around as a red-tailed hawk. So nothing too flashy or dangerous, but still fun. Feel free to see her anywhere on the Castle grounds, or to watch her fly out of her tower window. Anyone with "extra" senses who's met her should be able to tell it's her, as she's not shielding as much as she normally does and so her aural cloud is larger.]

[[open post is open! Feel free to just comment on the flying, in which case she'll return journal comments when she returns to her room, or if you're outside she might come and talk to you.]]

lostmytoad.livejournal.com

[all noise and words dictated through the journal]

[Neville has been barricaded in his room for a few days, all the furniture shoved up against the door. This has grown tiresome, however--not to mention a bit lonely and scary--and he's agreed to let Risika teleport him somewhere safe. He's pacing back and forth, wand in hand, when she teleports in]

Are you ready? Decided where you want to go?

[slight shrug] Yeah. That TARDIS place sounds safe, I think. Let's go there.

[Risika nods and he takes her arm; she aims for the window, when suddenly the hair on the backs of their necks prickle, and they sense they are no longer alone. They whirl around to see Cabot standing in the center of the room]

[She instinctively throws up shields as Cabot moves forward, to no avail. Neville, being the heroic fool he is, throws himself in front of Risika, wand raised]

Neville!
Petrificus Totalu---

[Neville is cut off by the sound of a sword ripping through flesh and bone. His mouth goes open in an 'O' of shock and surprise, looking down at the sword going through his chest, before he hits the ground with a thud. Risika is frozen in horror for the full second it takes Cabot to complete his job]

[Cabot takes a second to view his handiwork, then checks his watch and shakes his head impatiently. As he turns to leave, Risika is shaken from her stupor]

You're not real.

[The doctor merely shrugs at her and vanishes, leaving Risika covered in Neville's blood, alone in a room strewn with what's left of him]

Risika
Neville

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[filter: Draco]
Please tell me your plan of action is to stay safe.
[/filter]

[filtered away from murderer, and for good measure from anyone who might consider themselves in league with him or connected to him in any way. Because she's paranoid.]
Hey, it's Risika. If anyone wants to be somewhere more safe, but is too afraid to try and leave to get there, let me know and I can probably take you there, so long as you're okay with being momentarily de-materialized.

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[back-dated to like 10pm]

[Roof Filter]
[Risika is up on the roof... brooding. Cliche, she knows. It's been a while since she last truly fed... yarbarah may work for Lord SaDiablo, but her metabolism is faster, and she's not as strong as she should be. She needs to hunt. She hasn't been because of Draco... but then, he knows what she is. And he knows she doesn't harm. Well. Not here, and not without cause. It's been a while since she killed to teach someone else a lesson, and he doesn't need to know. Resolved in this, she takes the form of a hawk, and flies into town.

She won't be home tonight, Draco.]

[[open-ish post? Feel free to see her on the roof... she might ignore you. but the bird flying off into the dusk is easily seen by everyone with town-facing windows.]]

xy-venus.livejournal.com

HAPPY 4th OF JULY!

[or so says a huge banner over the Lux. Come on in, everybody! If you brought a dish, put it down on the long table on the left, otherwise just come on in to eat and socialize! Soft music playing in the background... some of it patriotic, most of it just summer-y, because, hey, not everyone here is American. The decor features blue and red, but no flags... and in Saetan's usual style, it's somewhat gothic, although there are flowers in abundance. Your handsome host is around to welcome everyone, and your lovely chef and hostess is fluttering around somewhere... Dress code is summer casual, of course!]

[[ooc: backtagging expected, I now have the sections up, so go ahead and tag yourself in! ^^ And btw, this is posted early... so forward-dated to around 5.]]

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

Who: Risika and Draco
What: her last day as a witch?
When: Tuesday, starting early morning
Where: ...his room
Rating: PG 13...? Maybe R. viewer discretion is advised.

( early morning realizations )

itslikethecity.livejournal.com

[THE TOWN OF FAIRFIELD]

[It's a lovely day, folks. Sunshine, blue skies, sweating buckets as usual, you know.

Winchester will be going up later, says Whip.]

itslikethecity.livejournal.com

SURROUNDING FARMLANDS

[All the area between Winchester and Fairfield, divided by a creek that separates the farms of one town from the farms of another.

Go for it, buckeroos.]

itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com

Bruce Wayne Hosted Event
Ballroom "A"

Sunday June 21st ~ 5PM until 11PM

( BRUCE WAYNE PARTY -- ALL DETAILS UNDER HERE -- SUNDAY 5PM - 11PM )

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[dated to midday before the benefits]

[filter: Lily Evans]

[dictated]

Hey... Lily? This is Risika. We spoke before, but I'm currently on a loss where I'm human and a witch from your world. I was planning on going to the benefit, but being human again, my balance is off and I was wondering if you knew a charm that could help me walk in heels?

[/filter]

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

( Draco )

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[audible sigh]

You know, Castle - when I said I've been turned human about monthly, I didn't mean I wanted you to continue the trend.

[filter: Draco]
Are you back to normal?
[/filter]

[[ooc: I have classes today, so tagging will be slowish/between them.]]

malfoy-purity.livejournal.com

[Draco is standing on the roof listening to Risika and looking at his hand.

Taller, more lithe and seemingly more ethereal, the vampiric loss is becoming more evident on the boy.

He glances over at her.]

You'd better catch me before I end up food for maggots, down there.

[Mutters dryly before looking at the edge of the roof. Slytherins were not made for bravery. He groaned closed his eyes and runs to the edge with a yell. The yell turns into a sudden squawk and large wings began to flap in flight.

In the blonde's place is now a large swan, a little arrogant and vicious soared across the cloudless sky.

The rush and exhilliration of the wind rushing over him.

Oh! how he had missed flying.

Several incredible minutes later he came back making a rather clumsy landing and materialising back on the stone, sprawled inelegantly on the floor.]

Bloody fantastic...[Breathes]

(OOC: Open post anyone may have seen him flying or changing, Risika teaching. Or who may want to talk to him or Risika feel free.)

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[Risika is down by the pool, and seeing as when she arrived no one was here, she decided to play with the water a little... She's using a bit more power than she normally does in public. Risika is sitting in one of the chairs with a bit of a lazy catlike grin on her face, as about 100 gallons of water is floating around in the air in the room. It's all in small spheres, most of them about the size of a softball, but some smaller, like baseball or golfball sized. The journal is beside her, and she begins to dictate an entry in an attempt to lure people down here - but beware, she may decide to stop levitating one right over your head!]

You know... once you have a few things already levitating, it's not that hard to put up a few more...

eyesweregold.livejournal.com

[Risika is up on the "dangerous" part of the roof, tossing and catching a charmed silver blade. Her journal is open beside her, pages wafting in the breeze. She's feeling reckless.]

What I wouldn't give for el club Las Noches right now...
And I wish Jager were here. He'd probably come up with something.

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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Entries tagged with risika

43: Closer and closer to All Hallows' Eve

42: please let it be over soon

41: there were bells, all around, but I never heard them ringing...

40: Things I cannot remember...

39: just a little flaky...

038: Flying

[[tenth seed]] Room 1406

037: find the calm within the chaos

036: new resolve

019: FOURTH OF JULY POTLUCK!!!

One Day More

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♞ sixteenth batsignal

035: help?

034: i could dance all night...

033: here we go again?

Entrée de Journal six: Flight

032: water, water everywhere...

031: Perthro, the rune of gambling

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